Tomorrow is Aunt Denise, er... Ms. Gilchrist's, first day as a school teacher. We are very proud of her and think she will do great. We hope her students will love her as much as we do!
GOOD LUCK AUNT DENISE!
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6 comments:
Yeah yeah, I removed it. I can't stand grammer errors. Anyway, I'm sure Ms. Gilchrist will do great, so long as she remembers the lessons taught by great teachers, such as Socrates, Isaac Newton, Sweaty Betty and Glenn Martinson. With any luck, her kids will be treated to daily Far Side readings, bad knit ties from the 80's, sex with underage students and outragous flirting with Miss D. Perhaps not. Maybe she can base her teaching style on Lenape Great, Mr. Titsma. I recall vividly how he opened our minds to Biology by mocking Jim "The Heap" Lepree and riduling all who aren't white trash hunting fanatics from Vernon NJ. God I envied that man. Well, only because he caught Devrie Duval when she passed out after pricking her finger during the "Blood Lab".
Alright, I think the little file clerk in my brain just found the Angry High School Memory Folder and opened it. Now that I recall, he did give me a B on my paper on dust mites. Motherfucker. He had the nerve to say there was more to thier existance than, eat, sleep, fuck and die. They're fucking dust mites dude. They don't get together and go to Rockaway Mall for jeans and food court! Son of a bitch. Whatever.
Grammatical errors. Jesus. Alright. I'm done.
I did it!
I survived my first day as a teacher. I was fantastic... now I am exhausted and have to do the answer keys for tomorrow's lessons. Homework never ends.
Be careful of what you wish for Grandma_pooh. Now pardon me while I perfect my evil laugh. Hahahahahahaha. Hahahahahaha. Haahahahaahha!
Nice! I actually went post crazy last night
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